Fic: Anything for love … ANYTHING! (3/?)
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fembuckTitle: Anything for love … ANYTHING! (3/?)
Author: Janine
Pairing: Lucy/Amy
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em, never have, never will.
*********************************************************** Previously Posted
Parts 1-3
Part 4
Part 5
Barcelona – Airport Hanger
Amy followed Lucy into a spacious hanger. There was a large crate in the middle of the room and five men standing around it. She recognized one of them immediately as Scud, and as Lucy stepped forward and engaged in a series of complicated hand shakes and arms slaps with the others, Amy focused her attention on the crate, a sinking feeling coming to her stomach.
However, just as Amy was about to open her mouth and call out to Lucy, a loud noise rang out inside of the hanger, and that noise was an extremely pissed off, indignant yell. It was followed by a series of equally loud curses and then some angry banging sounds as the crate shook faintly.
“You put them in a crate?” Amy asked approaching Lucy who was standing in front of the crate in question staring at it, occasionally tilting her head from side to side looking fascinated by the sounds emerging from within.
“Well, we couldn’t exactly fly them coach,” Lucy responded sharing a brief look and laugh with Scud and the others before looking back over at Amy’s very serious face. Upon seeing the blonde’s look she brought a hand up to her mouth giving a brief cough before she wiped the smile off of her face and made the ‘cut it off’ motion by her neck to the rest of them. “Ah, they also had pillows,” Lucy added a moment later. Amy however still looked unimpressed. “Open it up,” Lucy then sighed figuring it was best to just get this over and done with.
Amy watched as two of the men moved towards the crate with crowbars, then looked back over at Lucy who was making urgent motions with her hands to the other two. They were holding taser-guns that were quickly hidden behind their backs as Lucy shook her head and looked at Scud peevishly. Amy just managed to make out Lucy whispering, “so not helping” but her attention turned to the crate soon after that as the front side of it fell to the floor.
“Oh that’s right, you best open it up!” A loud voice rang out from inside. “When I get outta here I’m gonna *%&($*&$ your *&#$! and after that I’m gonna #&*$*$# right in your #*%# before %#*$#! your momma!”
Amy looked to side and caught Lucy’s gaze. Lucy stared back at her wide-eyed for a moment, and then jabbed her finger at Amy and then at the crate. Amy looked towards the crate once more where she could still hear Max threatening to shove her foot up some very uncomfortable sounding places and looked back over at Lucy shaking her head empathically. “It’s my surprise, you do it,” she mouthed to the brunette.
Lucy stared at her for a second and then her shoulders slumped. “Remember me as I am,” she mumbled taking a moment to cross herself before stepping forward, her hands raised in front of her as she moved slowly and carefully as if she were approaching a skittish animal.
Amy moved forward a few steps as well getting her first good view into the crate. Her eyes closed and she sighed once she saw what was inside. ‘Yeah’, she thought to herself, ‘they’re definitely not going to be happy’. Inside the crate lay three bodies tucked into navy blue sleeping bags. The whites of three pillows could just barely be made out under their heads near the back of the crate, and three large bungee cords lay over the bodies holding them down.
Amy looked back towards her girlfriend as she stepped into the mouth of the crate. She was suddenly very, very concerned for her lover’s life.
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“… plus, the music festival is on the weekend, which I thought would be a nice day out, you know?” Lucy finished smiling weakly in the direction of the handcuffed D.E.B.S. as she clutched a large ice pack to her cheek. “It’s ah, it’s called a détente, it’s a proud tradition among many na…tions of … the … okay, I get it, you don’t care,” she finished nodding as the three plaid skirted women simply glared at her viciously.
Lucy took the ice pack away from her face and shook it a couple of time before replacing it as Scud approached her and whispered something to her. “I don’t know, what does it say on the bottle?” Lucy asked leaning towards him as they both looked at the label of the Advil bottle in question. “My face really hurts,” Lucy declared clutching the icepack more tightly. “What’s that?” they could hear her asking Scud. “Are there any tranquilizers left over? I dunno, maybe if we mixed it with water?” she continued turning her palms up towards the ceiling. “Nah, nah, I better not. I need to stay alert. I think they want to kill me.”
“We do,” Max confirmed smiling at Lucy.
Lucy shook her head, her eyes tracking down to Max’s combat boots. Big guns, big boots, the girl didn’t do anything half way. “I should’ve just gotten her an erotic cake,” Lucy muttered to herself as she looked over at Amy who was hovering awkwardly near the D.E.B.S. but still off to the side.
“Well,” Lucy declared tossing the ice pack aside. “I mean, you know, what’s done is done right. I can’t un-kidnap you, so what do you say we just try to make the most of this … impromptu vacation. Yeah, that’s a nice way to think about it,” she continued taking a few steps towards the D.E.B.S., pausing momentarily as Max began to tap her foot impatiently. “There’s plenty of room at the house, and … and I heard a rumor earlier that there may be pie,” she finished clapping her hands together.
After that Lucy quickly angled away from the D.E.B.S. and crooked her finger calling one of the guards over to her. She whispered something to him, making a few urgent hand motions, and shooed him towards the door.
“I CANNOT believe you let her kidnap us!” Max declared glaring over at Amy as Lucy whispered with her henchman, tugging her arm up so that she could cross them across her chest peevishly yanking Janet who was handcuffed to her to the side slightly.
“I didn’t know,” Amy protested looking over at Max.
“Right, she somehow managed to organize the capture of four government agents without ‘the perfect score’ having the slightest idea anything was up,” Max responded sarcastically.
“Well, she was a master criminal,” Amy replied somewhat defensively. “Wait? Four?” she asked turning to face Lucy who immediately turned to look at Scud.
“Uh, we didn’t think you wanted the other one, so we left her there,” Scud explained glancing over at Lucy. “With a pillow,” Scud continued before waving to Janet who bared her teeth at him.
He quickly dropped his hand. There was going to be some fence-mending to do, that was for sure.
“Your replacement,” Max explained to Amy who was looking at her questioningly. “She only scored a 1390, but she’s managed not to get us kidnapped by her crazy girlfriend so far.”
“Madison has a girlfriend?” Janet asked scrunching her brows up in confusion. “Does everyone have a girlfriend? Why doesn’t anybody tell me these things?”
“That’s not fair, I was D.E.B. for a very long time before anybody got kidnapped,” Amy responded at the same time as Janet.
“That’s hurtful,” Lucy muttered scowling as she spoke simultaneously with Janet and Amy.
“ENOUGH!” Scud yelled effectively shutting everyone up. Lucy looked over at him sharply. “I just always wanted to …” and with that he trailed off holding up his hands. Women were scary sometimes.
“He’s right,” Amy said breaking the momentary silence that had descended. “I think we need a few minutes alone,” she continued looking over towards her friends before turning her eyes towards Lucy.
Lucy stared at Amy for a long moment looking as if she were going to protest, but then sighed and nodded before cocking her head towards the door and leading her henchmen outside of the hanger.
“I don’t know what you possibly think we have to talk about,” Max said as soon as the others were gone. “Nothing you say is going to make this okay. If you …”
“I know that,” Amy interjected tiredly. “I didn’t know that she was going to do this, and I know that it’s wrong, but Lucy was right, we can’t turn back time and make this all go away,” she went on pacing in front of the other three anxiously. “I know you don’t get ‘us’, that … she didn’t do this to be evil or annoying Max, she did it because I told her I missed you guys.”
“Ever hear of a phone?” Max shot back.
“Ever hear of international warrants?” Amy tossed right back out. “God, I know, okay, I know how this sounds … but she just wanted us to be able to spend sometime together. If you’d just give her a chance you’d see that Lucy’s heart was in the right place, she just hasn’t quite … acclimated to civilian life yet. It’s really very sweet …”
“Sweet? Building you deck on your anniversary is sweet. Leaving rose petals on the floor leading to a large cupcake is sweet. Buying you a puppy and putting it a giant box with a big red bow on top is sweet. Drugging people, shoving them in sleeping bags and flying them across an ocean in a giant, drafty box, Is Not Sweet.”
“Eet is kind of sahweet,” Dominique said shrugging as she struggled to reach into the pouch at the side of her belt and took out a cigarette. “She ahd to ahf gone to a lot of trahbal,” she continued as Max looked over at her peevishly. “Eet must be for love.”
“It must be for love? It must be for love!?! What’s in those cigarettes?” Max responded glaring at Dominique.
“Um, I kind of agree with Dominique,” Janet piped up shoving her hand into the air. “I mean, I would’ve rather flown on the plane and everything – even though we did get orthopedic pillows. But it is kind of sweet. I mean this had to have taken a lot of planning, and to go to all of that trouble just because Amy said she missed us. Well, it is a little dreamy.”
“I don’t believe this!” Max exclaimed. “Sweet or not, we’re all now AWOL. Now I know that you think Lucy is the bees knees,” Max continued turning to Amy, “but I’m not in love with her, and I’ll paint those two into a corner and say that they’re not either. I’m happy for you, but I don’t want to be disgraced and sent to Siberia so that Cruella DeVille can earn some brownie points and a shiny new coat.”
“Theese is also true,” Dominique agreed looking over at Amy. “The cold weather does notheeng for my skeen.”
“Yeah, I have to ix-nay the Siberia thing, too,” Janet responded, her eyes skittering away from Amy’s. “I like diet coke.”
“Okay. Okay,” Amy said finally getting a good feel for the mood of the room. “If there was no threat of disgrace, Siberia, chapped lips or lack of brand name dietary products would you stay … for a while?” Amy asked remembering what Lucy had told her before about having made preparations to make it look as if the D.E.B.S. really had been abducted.
Dominique shrugged and fluffed up her breasts. Janet nodded enthusiastically. Max simply stared off into the distance.
“Max,” Amy started.
“How would you get them off of the table?” Max interjected still not looking at Amy but loosening her stance somewhat. Fighting the urge to shake her head, Max wondered if the crazy was catching because she was actually considering the proposal. Amy had once hugged her and declared, as she smiled happily, that she was really just a big Care Bear in combat boots. She had thought that Amy was on crack at the time, but she was beginning to wonder if there was some truth to statement. It was either that or the tranquilizers hadn’t completely worked their way out of her system.
“Lucy has a plan,” Amy responded slowly knowing that that was not what Max wanted to hear.
“Great,” Max replied rolling her eyes, “‘cause I love those,” she continued sighing as she looked over at Amy. “Okay, here’s the deal. We’ll listen to the plan and then decide. Agreed?”
“Agreed!” Amy responded happily.
“Yeah, fantastic. Think you could do something about these now?” Max asked jiggling their handcuffs.
“Oh, right. Sorry,” Amy said bringing her hand up to her mouth in embarrassment before reaching for the cuffs.
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Part 6
Barcelona – The de la Pica Morales Smith Residence
Lucy blinked sleepily as she made her way to the banister poking at her sore cheek tentatively. Amy had told her that the bruise made her look very tough and roguishly sexy before they had headed back to bed after getting the D.E.B.S. settled in, but mostly she thought it made her look kind of purple and asymmetrical.
Sighing softly, Lucy headed towards the kitchen when she realized that the terrace door was slightly open and letting in the early morning breeze. Glancing at her watch she saw that it was just past 6:30 in the morning and wondered which one of their guests was up so early. Making her way over to the open door she glanced outside and had to control the urge to let a completely un-badass sob. She should have figured that it would’ve been Big Guns.
Lucy remained still for a moment and then took a deep, fortifying breath. She was going to have to make an effort to get along with Big Guns if the next week wasn’t going to be a complete fiasco. Preppy Sweater was easy enough to please, and The French One didn’t seem to really care one way or another (and seemed quite impressed by her wine collection), which meant that the key to success was keeping Big Guns happy.
“Morning,” Lucy greeted stepping out onto the terrace to join Max. “Do you, ah, want some coffee or something?” she continued as the other woman simply cut her eyes over towards her before looking off into the distance again. “Okay, maybe later,” Lucy muttered softly to herself before simply standing silently beside Max.
“Nice view,” Max said breaking the silence long moments later. Lucy looked over at her, surprise clearly showing on her face before she put her mask of ‘cool’ back on and nodded.
“Yeah, I thought Amy would like it. I read somewhere that artists could draw from nature for inspiration. The romantic tradition or something,” Lucy replied staring out at the rolling hills before them before glancing over at Max.
“Does she?” Max asked meeting Lucy’s gaze for the first time in something other than contempt.
“Yeah, she spends a lot of time out here,” Lucy replied allowing Max to study her. She was getting the distinct impression that she wasn’t the only one trying to make an effort. “So do I. I like to barbeque.”
“Really?” Max asked almost but not quite smiling.
“Mm, Amy got me an apron and everything,” Lucy confirmed pointing over to the barbeque where an apron reading “Hot Tamale” was draped on a nearby hook. “Also I …” she paused for a moment sighing, looking somewhat abashed. “Like fire.”
Max stared at her for a moment after that and then smiled shaking her head. “That’s … not really surprising,” she related a few seconds later, her eyes scanning the terrace once more thoughtfully.
“You actually love her, don’t you?” Max asked suddenly, her tone indecipherable. She had watched them earlier at the warehouse and as they had all made their way to house after agreeing to go along with Lucy’s plan for the time being. She had watched as Lucy beamed over at Amy and took her hand after they had agreed to stay, holding onto Amy’s appendage for the walk to the car. And as Janet’s head rested on Max’s shoulder, and Dominique slept practically on top of her in the backseat of the car during the ride to the house, Max had watched as Lucy looked over at Amy and saw her head falling forward sleepily. And continued watching as Lucy gently reached out for her, carefully laying the blonde’s head on her shoulder where she stroked her hair tenderly as she drove.
“I do,” Lucy stated simply watching as Max’s eyebrows drew together in consternation.
Max made a small sound in her throat and shook her slightly. She didn't have any concrete ideas about what she had thought their lives would be like after they took of at End Game, only that this wasn’t it. She hadn’t really expected that Amy would’ve been able to change Lucy, she had thought – deep down – that Lucy was much more likely to change Amy. She was sure that after a few months they’d be smuggling diamonds in Sierra Leone, trying to buy Papa New Guinea, or hiding out in a series of bunkers in Tunisia or something. She hadn’t anticipated finding them in a quaint house, surrounded by rolling hills, Lucy bringing home the bacon while Amy attended art school, with barbeques on the weekend and cuddling on long drives.
“So what do you do now that you’ve semi-retired from a life of crime?” Max asked still not completely willing to forgive Lucy for orchestrating their kidnapping, even though she had to admit that she wasn’t a creature of pure evil.
“I run a business,” Lucy responded noting Max’s use of the word semi-retired but deciding not to comment on it, since kidnapping them was technically a crime.
“Yeah, you ran a business before too,” Max retorted narrowing her eyes as she looked over at her.
“I rent sails, boats, sailboats, and sailboat accessories at the Port Vell,” Lucy clarified smiling. “I also run boat tours of the bay and nature hikes three times a week,” she continued with enthusiasm. “Right now, I have three activity packages, but I’m hoping to branch out and add snorkeling, cliff diving, and something with jeeps.”
“Activity packages?” Max asked staring at her incredulously. “Seriously?”
Lucy simply nodded. “I wanna sell hats too. But I’ll need more staff.”
“And you like this?” Max asked staring at Lucy dubiously. All throughout her training they had all heard about the dangerous and beautiful Lucy Diamond. They had been taught to view her with fear and awe, almost like she was some kind of criminal goddess, as ruthless and cruel as she was lovely. This meant that she was having a hell of a time replacing that image with one of a woman who sent balloon hearts to people, barbequed in front of romantic hills, and rented sailboats to tourists.
“Yeah,” Lucy replied smiling at Max, having a very good idea what was going on her head. Truth be told she found it kind of weird to her herself talking like that as well. Her entire life had been about crime, schemes and dastardly plans had been all she had known for so long that she had seriously wondered if she would’ve been able to go straight – so to speak. She had promised Amy, and she knew that if she could do it for anyone in the world it was the former D.E.B, but she had been scared as hell those first few months. She could never have anticipated that she actually could’ve liked civilian life. “I like being around people,” she continued honestly. “I like Barcelona.”
“But mostly you like being with Amy,” Max added for her. She was willingly to believe that Lucy was in the midst of turning over a new leaf, but she wasn’t convinced that it had much to do with a change in the former criminals personality. Max was certain that it wasn’t so much a matter of Lucy Diamond no longer loving a life of crime as much as it was a matter of her loving Amy Bradshaw more.
“Yeah, she’s my favorite,” Lucy replied grinning at Max, who smiled back briefly. From the way the D.E.B had been looking at her and the questions she had been asking, Lucy was fairly certain that Max had a pretty accurate read on her. She knew that the other woman wasn’t about to trust her with her deepest, darkest, secrets, but she was fairly certain that they’d be able to get on civilly from this point out.
“I’m still pissed at you for kidnapping us,” Max told Lucy once she had stopped smiling back at her. The woman was charming she had to admit that. As much as it pained her, now that she had spent some time with Lucy, Max could see how it was possible for Amy to fall her.
“I figured as much,” Lucy replied her hand unconsciously moving to poke at her bruise.
“Sorry,” Max muttered. She really wasn’t that sorry.
“No you’re not,” Lucy responded smiling as she looked back over at her. “So, coffee?” she asked figuring that they’d both reached their ‘emotional conversation’ limit for the morning.
“Yeah, alright,” Max agreed starting towards the door.
“Let me guess, you take it …”
“As midnight,” Max interrupted.
“Ooh, you are tough,” Lucy said stepping into the house with a smile.
TBC...
Author: Janine
Pairing: Lucy/Amy
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em, never have, never will.
Parts 1-3
Part 4
Barcelona – Airport Hanger
Amy followed Lucy into a spacious hanger. There was a large crate in the middle of the room and five men standing around it. She recognized one of them immediately as Scud, and as Lucy stepped forward and engaged in a series of complicated hand shakes and arms slaps with the others, Amy focused her attention on the crate, a sinking feeling coming to her stomach.
However, just as Amy was about to open her mouth and call out to Lucy, a loud noise rang out inside of the hanger, and that noise was an extremely pissed off, indignant yell. It was followed by a series of equally loud curses and then some angry banging sounds as the crate shook faintly.
“You put them in a crate?” Amy asked approaching Lucy who was standing in front of the crate in question staring at it, occasionally tilting her head from side to side looking fascinated by the sounds emerging from within.
“Well, we couldn’t exactly fly them coach,” Lucy responded sharing a brief look and laugh with Scud and the others before looking back over at Amy’s very serious face. Upon seeing the blonde’s look she brought a hand up to her mouth giving a brief cough before she wiped the smile off of her face and made the ‘cut it off’ motion by her neck to the rest of them. “Ah, they also had pillows,” Lucy added a moment later. Amy however still looked unimpressed. “Open it up,” Lucy then sighed figuring it was best to just get this over and done with.
Amy watched as two of the men moved towards the crate with crowbars, then looked back over at Lucy who was making urgent motions with her hands to the other two. They were holding taser-guns that were quickly hidden behind their backs as Lucy shook her head and looked at Scud peevishly. Amy just managed to make out Lucy whispering, “so not helping” but her attention turned to the crate soon after that as the front side of it fell to the floor.
“Oh that’s right, you best open it up!” A loud voice rang out from inside. “When I get outta here I’m gonna *%&($*&$ your *&#$! and after that I’m gonna #&*$*$# right in your #*%# before %#*$#! your momma!”
Amy looked to side and caught Lucy’s gaze. Lucy stared back at her wide-eyed for a moment, and then jabbed her finger at Amy and then at the crate. Amy looked towards the crate once more where she could still hear Max threatening to shove her foot up some very uncomfortable sounding places and looked back over at Lucy shaking her head empathically. “It’s my surprise, you do it,” she mouthed to the brunette.
Lucy stared at her for a second and then her shoulders slumped. “Remember me as I am,” she mumbled taking a moment to cross herself before stepping forward, her hands raised in front of her as she moved slowly and carefully as if she were approaching a skittish animal.
Amy moved forward a few steps as well getting her first good view into the crate. Her eyes closed and she sighed once she saw what was inside. ‘Yeah’, she thought to herself, ‘they’re definitely not going to be happy’. Inside the crate lay three bodies tucked into navy blue sleeping bags. The whites of three pillows could just barely be made out under their heads near the back of the crate, and three large bungee cords lay over the bodies holding them down.
Amy looked back towards her girlfriend as she stepped into the mouth of the crate. She was suddenly very, very concerned for her lover’s life.
“… plus, the music festival is on the weekend, which I thought would be a nice day out, you know?” Lucy finished smiling weakly in the direction of the handcuffed D.E.B.S. as she clutched a large ice pack to her cheek. “It’s ah, it’s called a détente, it’s a proud tradition among many na…tions of … the … okay, I get it, you don’t care,” she finished nodding as the three plaid skirted women simply glared at her viciously.
Lucy took the ice pack away from her face and shook it a couple of time before replacing it as Scud approached her and whispered something to her. “I don’t know, what does it say on the bottle?” Lucy asked leaning towards him as they both looked at the label of the Advil bottle in question. “My face really hurts,” Lucy declared clutching the icepack more tightly. “What’s that?” they could hear her asking Scud. “Are there any tranquilizers left over? I dunno, maybe if we mixed it with water?” she continued turning her palms up towards the ceiling. “Nah, nah, I better not. I need to stay alert. I think they want to kill me.”
“We do,” Max confirmed smiling at Lucy.
Lucy shook her head, her eyes tracking down to Max’s combat boots. Big guns, big boots, the girl didn’t do anything half way. “I should’ve just gotten her an erotic cake,” Lucy muttered to herself as she looked over at Amy who was hovering awkwardly near the D.E.B.S. but still off to the side.
“Well,” Lucy declared tossing the ice pack aside. “I mean, you know, what’s done is done right. I can’t un-kidnap you, so what do you say we just try to make the most of this … impromptu vacation. Yeah, that’s a nice way to think about it,” she continued taking a few steps towards the D.E.B.S., pausing momentarily as Max began to tap her foot impatiently. “There’s plenty of room at the house, and … and I heard a rumor earlier that there may be pie,” she finished clapping her hands together.
After that Lucy quickly angled away from the D.E.B.S. and crooked her finger calling one of the guards over to her. She whispered something to him, making a few urgent hand motions, and shooed him towards the door.
“I CANNOT believe you let her kidnap us!” Max declared glaring over at Amy as Lucy whispered with her henchman, tugging her arm up so that she could cross them across her chest peevishly yanking Janet who was handcuffed to her to the side slightly.
“I didn’t know,” Amy protested looking over at Max.
“Right, she somehow managed to organize the capture of four government agents without ‘the perfect score’ having the slightest idea anything was up,” Max responded sarcastically.
“Well, she was a master criminal,” Amy replied somewhat defensively. “Wait? Four?” she asked turning to face Lucy who immediately turned to look at Scud.
“Uh, we didn’t think you wanted the other one, so we left her there,” Scud explained glancing over at Lucy. “With a pillow,” Scud continued before waving to Janet who bared her teeth at him.
He quickly dropped his hand. There was going to be some fence-mending to do, that was for sure.
“Your replacement,” Max explained to Amy who was looking at her questioningly. “She only scored a 1390, but she’s managed not to get us kidnapped by her crazy girlfriend so far.”
“Madison has a girlfriend?” Janet asked scrunching her brows up in confusion. “Does everyone have a girlfriend? Why doesn’t anybody tell me these things?”
“That’s not fair, I was D.E.B. for a very long time before anybody got kidnapped,” Amy responded at the same time as Janet.
“That’s hurtful,” Lucy muttered scowling as she spoke simultaneously with Janet and Amy.
“ENOUGH!” Scud yelled effectively shutting everyone up. Lucy looked over at him sharply. “I just always wanted to …” and with that he trailed off holding up his hands. Women were scary sometimes.
“He’s right,” Amy said breaking the momentary silence that had descended. “I think we need a few minutes alone,” she continued looking over towards her friends before turning her eyes towards Lucy.
Lucy stared at Amy for a long moment looking as if she were going to protest, but then sighed and nodded before cocking her head towards the door and leading her henchmen outside of the hanger.
“I don’t know what you possibly think we have to talk about,” Max said as soon as the others were gone. “Nothing you say is going to make this okay. If you …”
“I know that,” Amy interjected tiredly. “I didn’t know that she was going to do this, and I know that it’s wrong, but Lucy was right, we can’t turn back time and make this all go away,” she went on pacing in front of the other three anxiously. “I know you don’t get ‘us’, that … she didn’t do this to be evil or annoying Max, she did it because I told her I missed you guys.”
“Ever hear of a phone?” Max shot back.
“Ever hear of international warrants?” Amy tossed right back out. “God, I know, okay, I know how this sounds … but she just wanted us to be able to spend sometime together. If you’d just give her a chance you’d see that Lucy’s heart was in the right place, she just hasn’t quite … acclimated to civilian life yet. It’s really very sweet …”
“Sweet? Building you deck on your anniversary is sweet. Leaving rose petals on the floor leading to a large cupcake is sweet. Buying you a puppy and putting it a giant box with a big red bow on top is sweet. Drugging people, shoving them in sleeping bags and flying them across an ocean in a giant, drafty box, Is Not Sweet.”
“Eet is kind of sahweet,” Dominique said shrugging as she struggled to reach into the pouch at the side of her belt and took out a cigarette. “She ahd to ahf gone to a lot of trahbal,” she continued as Max looked over at her peevishly. “Eet must be for love.”
“It must be for love? It must be for love!?! What’s in those cigarettes?” Max responded glaring at Dominique.
“Um, I kind of agree with Dominique,” Janet piped up shoving her hand into the air. “I mean, I would’ve rather flown on the plane and everything – even though we did get orthopedic pillows. But it is kind of sweet. I mean this had to have taken a lot of planning, and to go to all of that trouble just because Amy said she missed us. Well, it is a little dreamy.”
“I don’t believe this!” Max exclaimed. “Sweet or not, we’re all now AWOL. Now I know that you think Lucy is the bees knees,” Max continued turning to Amy, “but I’m not in love with her, and I’ll paint those two into a corner and say that they’re not either. I’m happy for you, but I don’t want to be disgraced and sent to Siberia so that Cruella DeVille can earn some brownie points and a shiny new coat.”
“Theese is also true,” Dominique agreed looking over at Amy. “The cold weather does notheeng for my skeen.”
“Yeah, I have to ix-nay the Siberia thing, too,” Janet responded, her eyes skittering away from Amy’s. “I like diet coke.”
“Okay. Okay,” Amy said finally getting a good feel for the mood of the room. “If there was no threat of disgrace, Siberia, chapped lips or lack of brand name dietary products would you stay … for a while?” Amy asked remembering what Lucy had told her before about having made preparations to make it look as if the D.E.B.S. really had been abducted.
Dominique shrugged and fluffed up her breasts. Janet nodded enthusiastically. Max simply stared off into the distance.
“Max,” Amy started.
“How would you get them off of the table?” Max interjected still not looking at Amy but loosening her stance somewhat. Fighting the urge to shake her head, Max wondered if the crazy was catching because she was actually considering the proposal. Amy had once hugged her and declared, as she smiled happily, that she was really just a big Care Bear in combat boots. She had thought that Amy was on crack at the time, but she was beginning to wonder if there was some truth to statement. It was either that or the tranquilizers hadn’t completely worked their way out of her system.
“Lucy has a plan,” Amy responded slowly knowing that that was not what Max wanted to hear.
“Great,” Max replied rolling her eyes, “‘cause I love those,” she continued sighing as she looked over at Amy. “Okay, here’s the deal. We’ll listen to the plan and then decide. Agreed?”
“Agreed!” Amy responded happily.
“Yeah, fantastic. Think you could do something about these now?” Max asked jiggling their handcuffs.
“Oh, right. Sorry,” Amy said bringing her hand up to her mouth in embarrassment before reaching for the cuffs.
Part 6
Barcelona – The de la Pica Morales Smith Residence
Lucy blinked sleepily as she made her way to the banister poking at her sore cheek tentatively. Amy had told her that the bruise made her look very tough and roguishly sexy before they had headed back to bed after getting the D.E.B.S. settled in, but mostly she thought it made her look kind of purple and asymmetrical.
Sighing softly, Lucy headed towards the kitchen when she realized that the terrace door was slightly open and letting in the early morning breeze. Glancing at her watch she saw that it was just past 6:30 in the morning and wondered which one of their guests was up so early. Making her way over to the open door she glanced outside and had to control the urge to let a completely un-badass sob. She should have figured that it would’ve been Big Guns.
Lucy remained still for a moment and then took a deep, fortifying breath. She was going to have to make an effort to get along with Big Guns if the next week wasn’t going to be a complete fiasco. Preppy Sweater was easy enough to please, and The French One didn’t seem to really care one way or another (and seemed quite impressed by her wine collection), which meant that the key to success was keeping Big Guns happy.
“Morning,” Lucy greeted stepping out onto the terrace to join Max. “Do you, ah, want some coffee or something?” she continued as the other woman simply cut her eyes over towards her before looking off into the distance again. “Okay, maybe later,” Lucy muttered softly to herself before simply standing silently beside Max.
“Nice view,” Max said breaking the silence long moments later. Lucy looked over at her, surprise clearly showing on her face before she put her mask of ‘cool’ back on and nodded.
“Yeah, I thought Amy would like it. I read somewhere that artists could draw from nature for inspiration. The romantic tradition or something,” Lucy replied staring out at the rolling hills before them before glancing over at Max.
“Does she?” Max asked meeting Lucy’s gaze for the first time in something other than contempt.
“Yeah, she spends a lot of time out here,” Lucy replied allowing Max to study her. She was getting the distinct impression that she wasn’t the only one trying to make an effort. “So do I. I like to barbeque.”
“Really?” Max asked almost but not quite smiling.
“Mm, Amy got me an apron and everything,” Lucy confirmed pointing over to the barbeque where an apron reading “Hot Tamale” was draped on a nearby hook. “Also I …” she paused for a moment sighing, looking somewhat abashed. “Like fire.”
Max stared at her for a moment after that and then smiled shaking her head. “That’s … not really surprising,” she related a few seconds later, her eyes scanning the terrace once more thoughtfully.
“You actually love her, don’t you?” Max asked suddenly, her tone indecipherable. She had watched them earlier at the warehouse and as they had all made their way to house after agreeing to go along with Lucy’s plan for the time being. She had watched as Lucy beamed over at Amy and took her hand after they had agreed to stay, holding onto Amy’s appendage for the walk to the car. And as Janet’s head rested on Max’s shoulder, and Dominique slept practically on top of her in the backseat of the car during the ride to the house, Max had watched as Lucy looked over at Amy and saw her head falling forward sleepily. And continued watching as Lucy gently reached out for her, carefully laying the blonde’s head on her shoulder where she stroked her hair tenderly as she drove.
“I do,” Lucy stated simply watching as Max’s eyebrows drew together in consternation.
Max made a small sound in her throat and shook her slightly. She didn't have any concrete ideas about what she had thought their lives would be like after they took of at End Game, only that this wasn’t it. She hadn’t really expected that Amy would’ve been able to change Lucy, she had thought – deep down – that Lucy was much more likely to change Amy. She was sure that after a few months they’d be smuggling diamonds in Sierra Leone, trying to buy Papa New Guinea, or hiding out in a series of bunkers in Tunisia or something. She hadn’t anticipated finding them in a quaint house, surrounded by rolling hills, Lucy bringing home the bacon while Amy attended art school, with barbeques on the weekend and cuddling on long drives.
“So what do you do now that you’ve semi-retired from a life of crime?” Max asked still not completely willing to forgive Lucy for orchestrating their kidnapping, even though she had to admit that she wasn’t a creature of pure evil.
“I run a business,” Lucy responded noting Max’s use of the word semi-retired but deciding not to comment on it, since kidnapping them was technically a crime.
“Yeah, you ran a business before too,” Max retorted narrowing her eyes as she looked over at her.
“I rent sails, boats, sailboats, and sailboat accessories at the Port Vell,” Lucy clarified smiling. “I also run boat tours of the bay and nature hikes three times a week,” she continued with enthusiasm. “Right now, I have three activity packages, but I’m hoping to branch out and add snorkeling, cliff diving, and something with jeeps.”
“Activity packages?” Max asked staring at her incredulously. “Seriously?”
Lucy simply nodded. “I wanna sell hats too. But I’ll need more staff.”
“And you like this?” Max asked staring at Lucy dubiously. All throughout her training they had all heard about the dangerous and beautiful Lucy Diamond. They had been taught to view her with fear and awe, almost like she was some kind of criminal goddess, as ruthless and cruel as she was lovely. This meant that she was having a hell of a time replacing that image with one of a woman who sent balloon hearts to people, barbequed in front of romantic hills, and rented sailboats to tourists.
“Yeah,” Lucy replied smiling at Max, having a very good idea what was going on her head. Truth be told she found it kind of weird to her herself talking like that as well. Her entire life had been about crime, schemes and dastardly plans had been all she had known for so long that she had seriously wondered if she would’ve been able to go straight – so to speak. She had promised Amy, and she knew that if she could do it for anyone in the world it was the former D.E.B, but she had been scared as hell those first few months. She could never have anticipated that she actually could’ve liked civilian life. “I like being around people,” she continued honestly. “I like Barcelona.”
“But mostly you like being with Amy,” Max added for her. She was willingly to believe that Lucy was in the midst of turning over a new leaf, but she wasn’t convinced that it had much to do with a change in the former criminals personality. Max was certain that it wasn’t so much a matter of Lucy Diamond no longer loving a life of crime as much as it was a matter of her loving Amy Bradshaw more.
“Yeah, she’s my favorite,” Lucy replied grinning at Max, who smiled back briefly. From the way the D.E.B had been looking at her and the questions she had been asking, Lucy was fairly certain that Max had a pretty accurate read on her. She knew that the other woman wasn’t about to trust her with her deepest, darkest, secrets, but she was fairly certain that they’d be able to get on civilly from this point out.
“I’m still pissed at you for kidnapping us,” Max told Lucy once she had stopped smiling back at her. The woman was charming she had to admit that. As much as it pained her, now that she had spent some time with Lucy, Max could see how it was possible for Amy to fall her.
“I figured as much,” Lucy replied her hand unconsciously moving to poke at her bruise.
“Sorry,” Max muttered. She really wasn’t that sorry.
“No you’re not,” Lucy responded smiling as she looked back over at her. “So, coffee?” she asked figuring that they’d both reached their ‘emotional conversation’ limit for the morning.
“Yeah, alright,” Max agreed starting towards the door.
“Let me guess, you take it …”
“As midnight,” Max interrupted.
“Ooh, you are tough,” Lucy said stepping into the house with a smile.
TBC...
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